"I want you," Watson whispered, "just as you claim to want me."

He lifted his head to trail his lips along Holmes's jawline, catching at his earlobe. He couldn't think of a good way to put into words just what it was he wanted. There was too much for him to easily decide anything.

"I want to be yours," he said, gasping a little. He sank back onto the bed, unbuttoning Holmes's shirt. What he truly needed was to simply have Holmes possess him entirely, to be owned, to feel their connection in the most physical, corporeal, permanent way imaginable. "Don't go anywhere, please."